funny thing is, it's those you're so critical of, those you see yourself so far above, those are the ones who really see you. all the things you're trying to hide, and the ones you don't bother hiding anymore. it's too bad you can't seem to figure out, there is a freedom that comes with letting go. think of what you could accomplish with all that energy you're wasting trying to impress everyone. noone is impressed. unintentional douchebaggery is never impressive. embrace the douche. give reality a big hug. swallow the truthiness, and try not to choke.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
this scenery is different but it sounds the same. there aren't so many tourists or mountains, but there are still plenty of empty smiles and a never-ending stream of words strung together just so you can hear yourself talking. an expert on everything in your own mind, making the mundane life or death for the sake of argument. years and years have gone by, and the mirror shows me more wrinkles but i'm not sure they've brought wisdom. we are all grayer to the eye, on the surface, but beneath, some of us are the same. stuck. fingers in ears, "lalalalalalalalalalalala"...
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
mlb tv!
is the best thing ever. i got to watch the red sox, and listen to remy and orsillo do commentary! it would've been better had the home plate ump not clearly been on the yankees payroll, contributing to our 1-0 loss, but still! i can watch games! all games!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
i will fight you
so, if you're a 20-something slacker who's biggest concern in life is when you'll next get your dick wet, please feel free to never, ever make snide comments about my parenting, or my child. because be assured, the only reason you still have all your teeth is that my child was present. otherwise, you'd be wishing you had dental insurance and a much higher tolerance for pain. make no mistake, if you make the same comments when the kid is not around, and especially if i've had a few drinks, you will rue the day you were born. you will be calling your mother asking her why she had to bring you into this world. nothing personal, at least not too much, but i will fucking kill you.
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